I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

Chapter 285 'Democracy · Fake

Moreover, where does this announcement even give them a choice, how are they supposed to refuse, to refuse is to die violently, refuse my ass!

You might as well just force-start it, can't you?

Why pretend to be 'democratic·fake'.

Is there some kind of procedure or protocol you need to symbolically follow?

In those ten minutes, he tried to make contact with the outside world but sadly, all lines were completely cut off. He smoked two cigarettes in a row, not to keep his emotions focused, but hoping to fear a little less before dying, to die with a bit more dignity.

Yes.

He never really had any hope of surviving.

The 1v1 race, are you kidding me?

Even if he had fierce firepower capable of killing ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even a million, what would it matter? The enemy were one race, and it was clearly stated on the announcement panel that there were thirty-eight trillion of them.

1v38 trillion.

Even if Nuwa herself came along, she would be intimidated, let alone him.

But...

It wasn't until the ten-minute countdown was almost over and a more detailed rule panel popped up that he understood why this race was called the 'Zhiren Race'. True to its name, this race had no territory of its own and relied entirely on colonization.

Like a parasite.

When the countdown ended, the space suddenly expanded several times over. A man in armor with a helmet stood before him, and according to the rules, those thirty-eight trillion members of the Zhiren Race were all parasitic within that man's body.

This species was from outside Blue Star, a rather unique race in the cosmos.

The overall intelligence of the race averaged around that of a two-year-old, not even on par with a crow, acting purely on instinct. Their means of survival was having the entire race parasitized within one person; if that person died, their race would perish.

If this person lived and continued to grow stronger, the strength of their race would also rapidly increase.

This seemed like a harmonious symbiotic relationship common in the animal kingdom.

The difference was, in this symbiotic relationship, the host couldn't maintain their own thoughts. Their consciousness would be completely devoured, turning into a mindless, walking corpse.

And when the white space suddenly cleared up, the man fully equipped in armor stood before him, his expression gradually became strange. If it were just 1v1, he might actually not die today...

What followed was a one-sided crush.

His firepower almost fully unleashed, he pounded the armored man into the ground, and although the man's armor was highly defensive and his body regenerated quickly, it couldn't stand up to his even more ferocious firepower.

Before any wounds could heal, his bullet storm, like a torrential pear blossom rain, raged down.

Firearms, a very special invention in human history.

The 'damage' had far outstripped anything from before the world transcended, even the most common individual weapon 'Gatling', which was an existence no carbon-based life form could withstand on Earth, be it the tough-skinned elephant or the massive whale.

The fist-sized bloody holes demonstrated to all carbon-based life forms what it meant to be a terrifying bipedal beast.

Not to mention, above the 'Gatling' lay countless weapons of even greater lethality. Logically, this shouldn't make sense, because the development of weapons and armor often progresses in tandem.

The spear slightly sharper than the shield.

The shield a bit sturdier than the spear.

This way, they entwine and evolve together. However, on Blue Star, mankind's 'spears' had far outpaced 'shields', and none of the exaggerated 'spears' could be stopped by the deteriorating 'shields'.

From initially 'shield' against 'spear', it turned into 'spear' against 'spear'.

Chen Miao lay in bed, feeling the bone-chilling numbness and pain coming from his feet and let out a helpless sigh. Who would have thought that winning the racial battle would actually make you the loser?

He thought that winning meant everything would be fine, not realizing that winning meant being parasitized.

Of course... he couldn't die either.

If he died, he would lose.

...

Leaning on the bed, Chen Miao lit a cigarette and frowned in the smoke, pondering how to solve this problem. Currently, the "Zhiren Race" had not fully parasitized him, and they were in a relatively symbiotic relationship.

Once the "Zhiren Race" breached his brain, he would be completely parasitized.

For now, he could keep injuring his feet to keep the "Zhiren Race" preoccupied with repairing them rather than parasitizing him, to ensure that their new host did not perish too soon.

But this was only a temporary measure.

It couldn't be used indefinitely.

The reproductive speed of the "Zhiren Race" was very fast. Although there were only several billion of them now, they could return to their peak population of several hundred trillion in less than a month. By then, his tricks definitely wouldn't stop the "Zhiren Race."

The "Zhiren Race" could easily divide their forces and completely parasitize him.

Which means, although he appeared to be alive, he was essentially a dead man already, with less than a month left. Most importantly, he was still utterly unable to find any other information about this species.

So far all the information he had came from the combat evaluation panel.

There was definitely no way to find it on the Internet.

The only way he could think of to completely annihilate this species was to commit suicide. If the host died, the species would surely be gone, but that was pure nonsense. How could he possibly die?

His city-state effect that could instantly repair injuries on his body was still there.

He could Feign Death to escape.

But the problem was that... it was unrealistic. During the battle, the armored man had been battered by him to such an extent, yet the "Zhiren Race" did not abandon him but instead kept trying to heal his body until they realized there was absolutely no hope, and only then chose to migrate onto him.

As for his city-state effect,

the moment the body lost all vital functions, the effect would automatically activate. The "Zhiren Race" hadn't even left yet, and they would see their host resurrected.

"How should this be done?"

Chen Miao looked troubled as he frowned, entirely unable to think of any solution. At the moment, he felt like a sixth-grade student who suddenly discovered that the final exam papers were all college-level mathematics, helpless and frustrated.

These things had completely replaced his cells, or rather, these things and his cells had become one. In any case, he currently had no way to remove these things from his body.

He had less than a month to solve this problem.

Otherwise, he would turn into a complete puppet.

Or else...

"..."

Chen Miao thought pensively; the "Zhiren Race" mainly used their bodies to fill in and repair wounds, meaning their numbers would be vastly depleted - and the "Zhiren Race" was currently in a weakened stage with only a few billion left.

Which means...

As long as he took advantage of the "Zhiren Race" being in this low period, he could find a way to deplete those few billion completely, then he could annihilate the species once and for all.

...

PS: No update tomorrow night; taking a day off.